F*@k the Stars!

by Hollis Webb

Genre: Rock

Lyrics

I’ve got the whole world knocking on my door asking where to find you
I’ve got your house-shoes beating on my floor asking me to dance
I’ve got the record turning on the stereo and the mulled wine boiling on the stove
ooh whoa whoa whoa

And I know the signs and what they say:
“the moon aligns in some sort of way”
Or maybe it’s Venus? Or maybe it’s Mars?
But I love you girl, so–fuck the stars!

You’ve got your newspaper spread across the table looking at your daily
You’ve got your notepad out and your good pen taking lots of notes
I’ve got the corkscrew turning in the Ecco and the blanket spread across the floor
ooh whoa whoa whoa

And I know the signs and what they say:
“the moon aligns in some sort of way”
I’ll protect you from tigers and pull-up bars
Because I love you girl, so–fuck the stars!